After the girls bought their dresses, they all went to the nail salon to get their nails done. Selena went to get hers done first so the others were sitting at the waiting area.

Tori was playing a game on her phone and Demi had her headphones on, listening to music.

Ariana was texting Justin and she noticed something odd. He usually reply within seconds, but now he replies within minutes.

Tori noticed Ariana was starring at her phone, frowning.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

Ariana looked up from her phone to look at Tori.

"This might sound stupid, but Justin is replying slow. He usually replies fast. He didn't say he was busy either." Ariana answered.

"Maybe he got caught up doing homework or chores." Tori shrugged.

"But wouldn't he mention it?" Ariana asked, still frowning.

"He don't always have to mention everything he's doing." Tori said.

"I don't know, maybe I should call him."

Ariana held her phone to her ear as she waits for him to pick up.

"Hey." He answered.

"Hey, is everything alright?" She asked.

"Yeah, why?" He asked back.

"I don't know, I thought you were busy or something."

"I was skating with Zayn."

"You're with Zayn?" She asked, a bit surprised.

"Yeah, he needed something to wear at the wedding so I let him come over to my house to pick a tux."

"Really? I thought you two aren't on good terms after what happened."

"We made up."

"That's good!" Then she heard a groan from his background. "What was that?"

"Zayn just fell off his skateboard. I gotta go."

"Ok, bye."

"Bye." He said, before hanging up.

"So what happened?" Tori asked.

"Justin was hanging out with Zayn. They made up." Ariana smiled, then it quickly turned into frown. "I just hope it doesn't get too awkward for me and Zayn."

***

"So where did you hurt yourself?" Justin asked Zayn who was laying on his bed.

"Right here." Zayn pointed at the spot near his left hip.

"Can I take a look?" Justin asked, wanting to see what the bruise look like.

"Uh ok." Zayn lifted up the hem of his shirt to show his bruise.

The first thing Justin noticed was Zayn's tattoo. It was a gun pointing down on his hip.

"Nice tat." Justin commented, then he looked at his bruise. "Your bruise isn't that big, but does it hurt?"

"Yeah, a little." Zayn responded.

"I'll get some ice." Justin said, before leaving his room.

He went downstairs to the kitchen. He took a sandwich bag from the cabinet and opened the freezer that's above the fridge. He grabbed some ice and put it in the bag. He closed it when he was done and went back upstairs to his room.

He saw a shirtless Zayn sitting on the edge of his bed, looking out of the window.

"Why did you take off your shirt?" Justin asked, as he walked towards the dark haired boy, handing him the ice bag.

"I was sweating." Zayn said, putting the ice bag on his bruise.

"You could've asked me to turn on the AC." Justin chuckled.

"Oh." Zayn said, feeling awkward.

"But how many tattoos do you have?" Justin asked, noticing Zayn's torso and arms mostly covered in ink.

"I stopped counting after 3. I'm planning to get more." Zayn shrugged.

"That must be expensive."

"I get them done for a low price. I know a guy."

"Really? I was thinking about getting some tattoos."

"We can go to the tattoo parlor tomorrow if you want."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Alright, I'll let him know." Zayn pulled out his phone from his pocket to text his tattoo artist.

"My mom is about to be home, do you want to stay for dinner?" Justin asked.

"Is your mom okay with that?" Zayn asked back. "I don't want to intrude."

"She doesn't mind. She always welcome my friends."

Then they heard someone entered the house.

"Justin, can you help me with the groceries?" Pattie called from downstairs.

"Coming!" Justin went downstairs.

Zayn put on his shirt before following him. They both went outside to Pattie's car to get the rest of the grocery bags out of the trunk.

"You don't have to help, you know? You're my guest." Justin told Zayn as they both went back inside.

"It's ok, I always help my parents." Zayn responded.

They got to the kitchen and set the grocery bags on the counter.

Pattie saw Zayn and gave him a welcoming smile. "Justin, who's this handsome young man?"

"This is my friend, Zayn." Justin told her.

"Hello Ma'am, it's nice to meet you." Zayn said, politely as he stuck his hand out for a handshake.

He was surprised when she gave him a hug instead.

"Just call me Pattie." She smiled.

"Ok." He smiled back, shyly.

"He's staying for dinner." Justin told his mom.

"Is there anything you're allergic to?" She asked Zayn.

"No, but I can't eat pork." He shook his head.

"Ok." She nodded.

"Come on, let's play black ops." Justin told Zayn, as he went to his room and the dark haired boy followed after him.

Justin turned on the TV and sat on his bean bag chair while Zayn sat on the other bean bag chair.

Justin handed Zayn the second game controller and they began to play the game.

"So does any of your tattoos have any meaning?" Justin asked, starting a conversation.

"Of course. I don't just get permanent ink on my skin for no reason." Zayn chuckled.

"Some people do." Justin shrugged.

"Well I'm kind of creative in my own way. I like to draw and graffiti."

"You graffiti? Isn't that illegal?"

"Yeah, but I never get caught."

"I always thought you were just some quiet kid in my class, not a rebel."

"I am a quiet kid. I just happen to have a loud mind." Zayn smirked.

***

Ariana was on her bed, laying on her stomach as she's doing some homework on her laptop. She heard a knock on her door, and Harry peeped his head through it.

"Hey." He entered her room.

"Hey." She closed her laptop as he sat on the edge of her bed.

"What's up?" She sat up.

"I just can't believe the wedding is next week. I used to hate the idea of my dad getting married to another women, but he seems so happy now. Before he was so depressed and lonely, I just couldn't stand seeing him like that. I just want to say thank you to you and your mom." He beamed at the little brunette. "And I'm sorry for being an ass at first."

She let out a light chuckle at his last sentence.

"I totally understand. I didn't like the idea of my mom getting remarried either. My parents divorced when I was only 5. My mom wouldn't even tell me why. All I could remember was my dad taking me to Disney World for my birthday and it was fun. I miss him." She told him.

"I miss my mom and my sister." He turned his head, looking down.

"Do you still get to see them?" She asked.

He stayed silent and stared at the floor.

"Harry?" She tried to look at his face.

"They're dead." He croaked, still staring at the floor.

Ariana silently gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm so sorry. I-"

"It's ok, you didn't know. It happened two years ago in a car accident. They were on their way home from the store and some drunk driver just..." Harry stopped, not wanting to explain anymore. "So do you still see your dad?"

"No, I haven't seen him ever since I was 5." She shook her head.

"You could always try finding him on Facebook, and try messaging him." He suggested.

"You're right, I never thought of that." She opened her laptop.

She signed into her Facebook and searched up her dad's name.

"Did you find him?" Harry asked, looking at her laptop screen.

Ariana found a familiar face and clicked on the profile.

"It's him! It says he still lives in Boca." She sent her dad a friend request.

"Then maybe you guys can meet up some day."

"I don't think so. My mom wouldn't like that."

Then she got a notification and clicked on it.

"He accepted my friend request!" She gushed.

"Message him. I'm gonna help set up dinner." He said before leaving the room.

Ariana sent a message to her dad.

Hello dad

Then she got a reply.

Ariana is that really you?

She smiled and continued to message him.